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The Subtle Notes In-between	By : Schehrezade1 Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 3475 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS) or Angel, the Series (AtS); nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 7
"Are you sure about this?" Buffy asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, just get it over with," Spike grunted.

"'Kay.� She reached over and grasped the scissors in her hand, gingerly picked up a blond curl and closed her eyes and snipped it off.

Spike grimaced at the blank mirror, glad for once that he didn't cast a reflection. He could see locks of his hair floating down around him as his Slayer chopped it reluctantly off. After their mutual meltdown in the tub, they had lain curled around each other in the lukewarm water, neither willing to let go of the other until finally Buffy had insisted on getting out of the tub and cleaning his wounds again, and doing something about his ruined hair.

They had tried combing the blood out, but the viscous fluid had set harder than cement and it was decided that Spike'd have to do a Samson as he jokingly referred to it. So here he sat, watching the peroxided blond curls dropping from his girl's fingers.

"Are you sure you want me to cut it that close to the scalp?" Buffy tremulously asked.

Spike shrugged. "Yeah, if you're sporting a 'chic' do, then why not me. You got any fresh razors?"

Buffy grumbled under her breath and reached around Spike, her bare breasts teasing him with light touches as she rooted around in her dressing table drawer. Spike, unable to resist teasing her, turned his head and gave the nearest peachy pink nipple a lick and a nibble. Causing it to tighten and reach towards his cool lips, Spike heard her indrawn gasp of breath and smirked. "Right tasty lil'morsel that, need to have a good seeing too later." He sat back and crossed his arms over his bare chest.

Buffy sucked in a breath and straightened, the erotic promise in his rough voice sending a bolt of arousal through her body. "S�sure," she stuttered. Her entire being yearned for him and that teasing lick had super charged her arousal. Moisture began to pool between her thighs and seep down her legs and she wriggled her thighs together to ease it. It had been too long.

She needed him.

Spike chuckled at her stuttering. His confidence had returned in leaps and bounds since he'd cried himself out on her breasts. Something had shifted in both their psyches and they were moving towards an easiness in each other's presence that they had thought lost. "Come on sweetness, get the rest of that crap cut out of m'hair."

Buffy giggled and began to snip away at his hair until it was all gone, she ran her hand over his shorn head and sighed. Using the new razor she'd liberated from her drawer, she ran it over the stubble evening it out, until it was all uniform in length. "There."

Spike reached up and ran his hands over his head; he could feel the bristles of stubble rasping against the palms of his hands. "Does it look weird?"

"Oh Goldilocks,what have you done to your hair," she teased, repeating the same words he'd thrown at her in the hospital.

"M'sorry pet, was just a shock. Brought back memories of, well�"

"Shh, I know." Buffy scratched her fingers over his scalp, grinning when he purred and pressed his head into her hands. All mirth fled from her body when he swayed suddenly on the seat, exhaustion and pain from his injuries finally making themselves known to him.

"Sorry love, bit knackered here. You got any blood in the place? And maybe a bit of a kip, that'll sort me out," Spike slurred as he tried to stay focused on Buffy. After so long apart and yearning for her for so long he hated that his body was flaking out on him and forcing him to sleep. He wanted to spend every second of his time with her.

'Crap, I forgot to get some blood.' Buffy's panicked thoughts scrambled around her head trying to work out what to do next, how to help him. Feed him and heal him.

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Buffy urged Spike towards her monster of a bed. It was a gilded wrought iron bed, with the four posts at each corner extending up and inwards to a point in the centre of the bed, a small crown sitting at their juncture. Her sheets were white Egyptian cotton, but the comforter was of the deepest navy blue-- as close in colour that she could get to his eyes. Buffy pushed all the small cushions on the floor and lifted the comforter and helped Spike into her bed. "Rest for a bit. I'm just gonna go and find something for you to eat."

Spike smiled sleepily at her, his energy spent and his eyes were dropping. Without a word he slid into her bed and snuggled up against the same pillow she used. He sniffed happily and then with a purr, fell asleep. Buffy straightened the bed clothes over his nude form and ran her hand over his shaved head, she knew it would take some getting used to, just like her make over, but she kinda liked the sensation of his stubble on her skin.

She slipped on her robe and padded out to the hallway, wracking her brains for inspiration as to where to find blood in Rome. She absently rubbed her wrist as she paced up and down the hall. Then she stopped in her tracks, and slapped her forehead, �man talk about a blonde moment.�

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"Spike...Spike�honey, wake up."

Spike could hear his girl's voice calling to him. Always happened when he was dreaming of her. Buffy was always too far away for him to reach out and touch, but he could hear her voice and it haunted him. He felt a hand on his shoulder gently shaking him, and he growled and curled up into a tight ball. He wanted to sleep and dream of his girl, even if it tortured him.

Then there was a tantalizing scent. Something so familiar and yet so unique, his mouth watered and his fangs dropped slightly.

"Come on sleepy head, wake up. I have dinner for you," Buffy coaxed.

Spike grumbled and flipped onto his back and pulled the covers over his head. Buffy sighed and slipped out of her robe and then crawled under the sheet, silently screaming with joy at being able to crawl into bed with Spike. She slithered up against his side and without any preamble shoved her bleeding wrist under his nose and waited for his demon to notice.

Spike's eyes snapped open as he inhaled deeply. 'Buffy's hurt, I can smell her blood!' He was about to lurch out of his cocoon and leap to her defence when he saw her slender wrist in front of his nose, a small cut on it was healing in front of his eyes and the thin trail of blood was congealing on her skin. He turned startled cerulean blue eyes towards her.

"What are you doing?" Spike silently cursed himself when his voice rose into an unmanly squeak.

"Trying to feed you dummy, to help you heal," Buffy grumped as she hopefully waved her wrist under his nose again.

"Stop doing that.� He caught hold of her now healed wrist and stared at her as if she had grown another head.

"But Spike, you need to heal, and what's better than a Slayer special?" she demanded poutily.

"Are you trying to kill me?" he asked incredulously.

"Nu uh, save you, make you better." Buffy knelt up on the mattress, revealing her naked form to his appreciative eyes. Spike propped himself up on his elbows, his ravenous gaze devouring every golden inch of her. His eyes lingering on the blood that dripped from her skin onto her thighs.

"I'm not using you as a meal," Spike countered huffily and he looked up at her. She looked so determined kneeling next to him, her short hair ruffled and standing up in tufts here and there, her lower lip sticking out. A crafty look came over her face and she bounced next to him. "Slayer?" Spike's voice rose questioningly as he watched her look at him as if she were about to devour him.

Buffy pushed the covers down off Spike with one hand as she plotted a way for him to get the blood he needed to heal. Her admiring gaze took in his nude reclining form; even battered and bruised he was erect and throbbing for her. His cock twitched against his thigh as her eyes ran over its length and she unconsciously licked her lips.

"That cut on your thigh looks bad, lemme check it again." Before Spike could reply Buffy slid his legs apart gently and scrambled over his leg to kneel in-between them. Her hands resting on his inner thighs and began gently kneading them. His toes curled into the bedding at her soft touch and a small drop of pre-cum dripped from his cockhead as it lurched upwards.

Spike gulped, for once in his life at a loss for words as he watched her full pinks lips lower towards his groin.
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